The Hollow Kingdom
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Warning: This will include spoilers and maybe even some bad language. Plz don't cry over it.
"It's all your fault, you know!"
"Well, it was your fault last time."
"Last time! I got hit by a CAR last time," the first boy huffed indignantly as he turned to glare back at his friend, who was casually strolling along as if they weren't already ten minutes late.
The other boy smirked back, "Tch, are you still crying over that?"
"I AM NOT CRYING OVER ANYTHING." Sora screeched, face flushed as Riku walked past him, snickering.
"Hey, are you gonna pout all morning or do you want to get to class? We are already late, you know," the taller boy risked a glance back at his friend and burst out laughing. Sora's cheeks had a way of puffing out when he was both pissed and frustrated, giving him the intimidating aspect of an angry squirrel.
Sora sighed and rolled his eyes at the sight of the other boy laughing. "Harharhar. C'mon, you can explain to my homeroom teacher why I'm late." Grabbing hold of the older boy's shirt, Sora began dragging Riku to his classroom door.
Scowling, Riku tried to brush off the offending hand. "Hey, I have my own class to get to. Just give her that kicked puppy look you're always practicing, and she'll let you-"
Sliding the classroom door open, Sora shoved the other boy into the class. "Sorry I'm late," he announced as he followed Riku in, "but it was all his fault! So…" His voice trailed off as he noticed the entire classroom staring at him, and while that in itself wasn't odd…
"Oh! More transfer students?" The woman standing at the blackboard was the first to recover from the sudden interruption, "And so lively too!"
"What…" Sora began, only to be grabbed and shoved back out the door.
"Wrong class!" Riku announced as he exited and slammed the class door shut behind them.
The classroom remained silent for several moments before the sounds of excited whispers and shocked laughter erupted. Ms Misato scratched her head and frowned at the door before shrugging and turning back to the class with a triumphant pose, "Alright, back to LEARNING!"
As the students began to settle down, several pairs of eyes remained fixed on the door. "Wh…what was…" Orihime stuttered, eyes wide.
"What the HELL was up with that spiritual pressure!" Rukia finished, eyes narrowed.
There are doors, and then there are Doors. While the former generally lead a person to a place they seek, the latter have a somewhat different purpose. They are created, opened, and closed through Need. Where does a person really Need to be? What place truly Needs that person to be there? There are times when what one Needs and what one wants, what one seeks, vary so greatly that Need has to cheat a little to get a person through that Door. Need is a truly sneaky bastard when a situation calls for it, and nobody knows this better than a Keyblade Master.